hey it's the sun and it makes me shine

this morning was balmy and blue. i sent ernie to work with a kiss and a smile. jude and i stood in the doorway and the trees overhead battered together on great, slow waves of wind. the clouds were white and silver in the morning sunlight. we took the backpack from the car and propped it by the door in anticipation of a morning trek over brick and mud to the library. but the weather told that billowing wind to turn a page and the day turned cold and gray and slow. we are turtles. we are snails. we are sloths hanging over the arms of the couch, sticky and furry in the haze. we are cabin fevered.







jude is in bed early. ernie and henry are splashing each other at the Y. the neighbors' house is dark. they are at the hospital waiting and watching the birth of the latest baby to add to their family tree. the neighbor dashed off to the hospital this morning with a shrug and a "no baby" mouthed at me through her car window, my study window. i sent her off with an "oh no!" and a wave and a smile.

you gotta be good
you gotta be strong
you gotta be two thousand places at once.